Astral Turf

Intro:

Yeah, shout outs to everybody on this Blue Bus, old wizards, young wizards, yo

Verse:

Stabbin' don't get the most toxic like stonefish
I escaped from the lab, I was bein' cloned in
Some wanna battle me with my style but still stole it
You can build on my property but I still own it (Hahahaha)
Raw occultist, groaning, disbands
And split heads with no love, like Holden
Axe in the greenbacker, Beams Baxter
Rack seeker, dreamcaster
Wrote the farther word, in a prefaced to read backwards
Antisocial esteemed actor (Yeah)
Make a real dead body, my screen capture
Then I eat after (ew), same spot I spit a three at bees gathered
It's the last scene, like a team capture
They ain't, float on yellow green pasture
Squeeze mic tight like Burmese beach house in the 'burbs
Body is a prop, Weekend at Bernie's
In a decadent and depraved, Kentucky derby
Turn fiend, smoke everything dirt cheap
Late night, diggin' in the dirt heap
Spit acidic, that eat through your skin like, how worms feed
I built a dreamland (What?)
This one's for the summer night creeps caught in under one's street lamp